Petals Behind Glass | Taegi

8- The Night Will Weave its Magic Spell

A burning flare flickered his lashes open, an annoyed groan escaping his throat at the bright assault on his eyes. His hand moved to shelter them, one eye shut as the other tried detecting the culprit.

Past the blurry flashes in his vision, a single ray of light was aimed at his sensitive pupils.

He sat up with a grimace, stretching due to the discomfort on his back at having slept against a corner.

His eyes no longer targets, they studied the room around him.

Newspapers covered the walls, the ceiling, and the windows in their entirety; one blind spot on the glass authorizing the direct hit on his eyeballs. Besides that one intrusion, the room was bathed in soft purple light.

Yoongi closed his eyes to focus on his memories.

Taehyung. The women. The party. The drinking.

The recollection came easy. There was no weakness in his muscles, no aching in his mind, no nausea in his stomach. He questioned if the night before had happened at all when...

The tattoo.

His eyes flung open, his right hand rushing to roll up his sleeve.

There it was.

The sparrow hawk breaking out of its shell with wings outstretched.

Yoongi's heart was banging against his chest. He couldn't recall anything after he had fainted. How he ended up in nothing but a dark, silk robe; how his body smelled of bloomed roses; how his breath was as fresh as peppermint.

He scrambled to his feet by pushing with his hand against the wall for support, only to prick his finger in the process. Wincing in pain at the slight pinch, he cursed at the drop of blood peeking out of his flesh.

That's when he noticed the rose bushes geared with thorns flourishing around the room. All white, until his blood dripped on one of the flowers.

It soaked through its petals, fully painting the white rose red. One after the other, Yoongi stared in astonishment as the pure garden was coated in his blood's pigment.

He breathed in and out, calming himself down from his previous rash panic.

Things just happen here, he reminded himself.

As if cued by the thought, the floor slid open at its center, pushing him back into the corner. It made way for a small pool of water calmly contained in a rectangular frame.

Without questioning it, Yoongi dipped his bleeding finger inside, soothing the sting. When he pulled it out, the cut had healed, not even a scar left as a testament of the accident.

He frowned, turning his finger in inspection when the water became agitated. It turned and churned in crashing turbulence to form persistent bubbles of spume, and Yoongi backed himself into the corner again.

From the foam, a male body arose, his long, wet hair clinging to his naked skin.

"Tae..."

He was standing with his feet perfectly above water, a necklace with a seashell pendant around his neck. Yoongi made a conscious decision to stare at his eyes.

Smiling as he stepped towards him with his hands behind his back, Taehyung enveloped him in his sweet strawberry scent.

Yoongi couldn't look into his eyes anymore, not when his soaked build was an inch away from pressing into his barely clothed frame, so he settled on the blind spot on the window.

Taehyung chuckled, placing a golden apple before his lips. "For the fairest."

Yoongi asked him with his eyes if the apple was edible and Taehyung nodded.